Dead Bodies Justify A Fear

Eliminate the reluctance Inside self-criticism Wake you up There are four in your own My believe excommunicated Youth shift the social boundaries Freedom is only yours Not for your enemy Your truth is just an illusion Completing all the delusions Your idle hands are opened It feels unharmed Look at your work in rhetoric Heavenly scream Sacrifice your people For the sake of preserve tradition Dead bodies justify your fear Your truth is just an illusion Completing all the delusions Your idle hands are opened It feels unharmed Obvious blood, that is you smelled But fragrant is all that you spelt Worldly throne everything Feels unharming, feels unharming Freedom is only yours Not for your enemy Creator of the lands Wiping the way Your way is not the best My doubt appears Your jealousy strengthens When everyone is saved Including who isn't past your curation Creator of the lands Wiping the way Your way is not the best My doubt appears Your jealousy strengthens When everyone is saved Including who isn't past your curation Your truth is just an illusion Completing all the delusions Your idle hands are opened It feels unharmed Obvious blood, that is you smelled But fragrant is all that you spelt Worldly throne everything Feels unharming